Turbulence

Chapter Twelve - Gryffindor vs Slytherin

I just want to make a note that yes, I know James is actually a Chaser, but in this story I thought it'd be more convenient if he was a Seeker. My apologies :3 enjoy xx
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The next morning, James woke up at seven o’clock. He had a restless sleep and didn’t even bother trying to go back to sleep. He was too nervous. Of course, he was fairly confident they would beat Slytherin though. James finally dragged Sirius out of bed and told him to be ready by the time he got back. He walked through the empty corridors of Hogwarts and made his way to the Heads common room.
            He didn’t really know what to expect when he walked in. He was anxious to make sure his Invisibility Cloak was safe. He only trusted the Marauders with it but he was sure Lily was responsible enough. More interestly so, he was even more curious to find out why Lily needed it. She never breaks school rules.
        James hesitated before whispering the password. He stepped in quietly and braced himself for the worst. But all he saw were three girls asleep. He tiptoed over to Lily sleeping on the couch. He bent down over the back of it and kissed her on the forehead. She moaned and turned onto her side. She was so beautiful. How did he get so lucky?
            James walked over to the other side of the couch, careful not to tread on the other girls, and slipped one arm under Lily’s legs and the other around her back. As he pulled her up close, the blanket slipped off and revealed her tiny pyjama shorts and singlet. He smirked to himself and carried her slowly into her room. Lily had her arms around his neck and her head buried in her neck. She was half asleep, half awake and slightly aware of someone’s strong arms around her. She kept her eyes closed as her head hit her soft pillow. She felt the doona being brought over her and smiled, snuggling down into her bed.
            James walked out of Lily’s room and back into the common room. He walked over to the other girls and whispered, “Morgan! Louise!” The two girls stirred and sat up slowly. Morgan rubbed her eyes tiredly and saw James kneeling next to them.

“Hey James,” she looked around. “Where’s Lily?”

“I took her into her room.” He answered.

“Oh,” she yawned, “you’re a good guy.”                   

“Sorry, but I have to get ready for Quidditch now.” He said as kindly as he could.

“Sure, no problem. We’ll go now. Good luck.” Louise said, picking up her bag and following Morgan.

“Thanks.” James said, standing up. Morgan wave as they left. James walked to his room and got changed into his Quidditch gear. He grabbed one of his books and sat on his bed. He read for twenty minutes in an attempting to calm himself down but he was too jittery. He jumped up off his bed, grabbed his broom and polishing kit and went to sit in the common room. He pulled out one of the wipes and began scrubbing furiously, hoping to distract himself from the churning feeling in his stomach. About ten minutes later, James heard Lily’s door open and looked up to see her shuffling over, wrapped up in a blanket.

James laughed. “You look like a caterpillar.”

“A caterpillar?” Lily frowned.

“A beautiful caterpillar.” He corrected.

Lily continued shuffling towards him and plonked on the couch next to him, resting her head on his shoulders.

“Are you nervous?” Lily asked him.

“No.” He lied.

“Yes you are,” Lily giggled, “you always bounce your knee when you’re nervous.”

He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it. He quickly stopped. How could she read him like that? If only he could read her that easily.

Lily giggled again. “Don’t worry; you’re going to be amazing.